User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Red Tables/@comment-3135907-20150213202022/@comment-2246928-20150413163446

OOC: Several Long Patrollers file into the room, and seeing the red tables, they chuckle amongst themselves. "Ho, lookit that, chaps, those Redwallers even have edible tables- Strawb'ry jam, wot!" They all charge forward, licking and gnawing on the tables enthusiastically, before they all eventually stop as the metallic taste finally registers. The hares stand, staring blankly in realization of what they had just done. The Sergeant sighs. "Well, we've just reached new flamin' levels, gents." He nearly crumbles, retching.

BIC:

As the rats begin to leave, Riizaaro frowns in disappointment, lowering his bow as he briefly considers slaying them all from cover anyway. Rigglo slunks over to him, towards the campsite. "Methinks Zkau must be there, sir." The fox sighed, returning his arrow to its quiver. "Egh. Too many of them. Lower thy bowstrrrrrings. Come, we shall rrrrretrrrrieve Zkau."